Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (121)
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Feng Yunan raised his handsome eyebrows. "Why do you want to go out? There are no outsiders here."
Damn!
A domineering man. He really did not treat himself as an outsider.
But they are not on the same side, okay?
"But can you at least turn around?" Qiao Ruoxi negotiated awkwardly.
But when he saw the little woman staring at him with her big watery eyes, looking cute and angry, he smiled and turned around.
Qiao Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly changed her clothes.
She might have forgotten that there was a smooth mirror wall in the room, and she could see the direction of the bed.
Feng Yunan stood in front of the mirror wall and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Why did his self-control become so weak whenever he faced Qiao Ruoxi?
The room was very warm, and Qiao Ruoxi did not feel cold at all while changing.